I'm afraid this is another old story.

I looked at Sun Chenchen.

I simply recalled my thoughts and final actions.

I know that I ask for too much, but I keep asking for it. I know that I shouldn’t have too many extravagant expectations, but I am still always dissatisfied with my life.

This is what I've done.

And the girl in front of me, who was crying hard and her shoulders were shaking, also made the same mistake as me and ended up where I am today.

As everyone knows, she once dumped me because she hated my annoying mistake.

I don't quite know what to say at this time.

Put your hand on his shoulder, put it against her forehead and rub her nose to comfort her and say, don't cry. Isn't it still me? We can start over. I won't mind your past. What I want is that you are just you and me.

As long as I'm with you, oh, I love you, let's go together?

Shit, it’s so disgusting. You must have watched too many Taiwanese TV dramas.

No matter what, one thing is for sure.

Listening to what she said, Yang Guoying became the big boss in about three years (haha, I couldn't help but sneered in my heart). It should have been about two years before Chenchen found out that she was infertile...

What about the next five years? What happened in these five years?

I have no idea.

I don’t want to know for the time being, because the information I need is enough.

I cleared my throat, turned around, and faced Chenchen.

Perhaps the innocence in Chenchen's body has long been washed away by time, but at least now, the woman sitting in front of me still has a little bit of innocence.

"Do you know why I am sitting next to you and talking to you now?"

Chenchen was still sobbing, her shoulders heaving heavily.

For a second, I suddenly had the urge to hug that shoulder, but this ridiculous thought quickly disappeared.

I sighed, "Or, let's put it this way, do you know what brought me to this point where I'm sitting here talking to you today?"

She just continued to shrug without answering me.

This is all because of you.

I can't say this sentence. Although it is extremely ironic and vulgar, I cannot deny that it is the truth.

Ten years ago, on the day Chenchen and I broke up, she and I had a fierce argument downstairs in their dormitory. Suddenly two men came out from the roadside. They seemed to be classmates in Chenchen's class. I seemed to have seen them before.

, seems to have such an impression, rush

He came over without any explanation, grabbed me to the side, raised his fist and beat me hard. Although the attack was not particularly severe and he was not the kind of vicious person with deep hatred, every time he hit me, it was like needles pricking me.

In the pit of my heart.

Because I passed between the two people and saw Chenchen standing a few steps away with his arms folded and his face expressionless. He didn't speak, didn't dissuade, didn't express his position, and had a poker face.

I didn't resist or fight back. I was beaten until I knelt on the ground with my hands on the ground.

After more than a minute, Chenchen said softly that was enough, and the two people immediately stopped and stepped aside. The scene at that time was like a young lady leading a thug to teach a disobedient servant.

Chenchen walked up to me and whispered into my ear, "Does it hurt?"

My whole body was shaking, and I tried my best not to punch her in the face.

Chenchen stood up without waiting for my answer, said "If it hurts, don't look for a woman like me who can make you hurt as your girlfriend", and left with the two men.

Go further and further.

The further you go, the farther you go.

The world always entrusts us with the most cruel tasks and the most arduous journeys.

From that day on I understood this, completely.

I don’t think it’s surprising if I say that many of the slaps I gave Chenchen in the past two days were in repayment for the beating she gave me inexplicably that day in broad daylight, in front of passers-by.

Because ten years ago, when I knelt on that solid ground, I already made a promise.

Sun Chenchen, please remember this. I will make you pay back the shame you suffered just now.

Just because you are a woman does not mean that I will be soft-hearted.

But I will not trample on your self-esteem or humiliate your soul in broad daylight.

No matter how much I hate you, I will only choose a time when no one is around to return the favor to you alone.

I did it.

When Chenchen's shoulders rose and fell less and less, I began to tell my thoughts. My real thoughts.

I'm not a person who wants to be strong if there is too much, but such an unforgettable love breakup experience is enough to become my motivation to move forward and the source of my efforts.

I still remember that at that time, I wrote this paragraph in my diary: As a man, what does it mean to be successful? If in the future, a few years later, every one of your ex-girlfriends, note, every one of them,

Because I regret leaving you, scratching my liver and lungs with regret, beating the wall and crying bitterly, feeling that what I did to you was the worst mistake in the world... Then you are really successful enough.

Now it seems that such an idea is undoubtedly naive. But I still feel sorry for my ex-girlfriend, because she unwisely gave up the opportunity to become the happiest woman in the world.

It’s not youth without regrets, but being forced to lose and voluntarily giving up are two different concepts.

Maybe Sun Chenchen will never understand this in his life.

She finally raised her head and looked at me, her face full of confusion and her eyes full of doubts.

That's all, everything depends on man-made things. I can't evaluate such unpredictable world events.

Maybe this is the crux of the problem?

"You know? If you didn't leave me, I wouldn't work hard just to trample you and Yang Guoying under my feet in the future, and I wouldn't have the life I have today." I looked at Chenchen, "I wouldn't have

I won’t have this opportunity to be assigned abroad, let alone meet you. Do you understand?"

Chenchen blinked and said nothing.

He is probably thinking in his heart, never discriminate against crazy people, they just have a different worldview from yours.

I shook my head and stopped looking at Chenchen's face. "I just want to ask you, when did you start doing this?" After a while, Chenchen's hesitant voice came over, "Go... go up."

Months..." I then closed my eyes and said coldly, "I want to remind you not to try to tell lies to me, at least for now you can't do anything more stupid than this."

Chenchen's answer sounded a bit resentful, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Yang Guoying instead of me."

"Yang Guoying? Does he know you are doing this here?" I still closed my eyes.

Chenchen's voice was low, but without losing its strength. "Anyway, even if I tell you that he doesn't know, you won't believe it, so why do you need to ask me."

I fell silent.
Chapter completed!